A most beautiful final, “final” line which effects, in me, both a sense of sorrow and a strange sense of wonder at the “newness” that (dare I hope) comes after death. A blank slate, perhaps, waiting to be rewritten on.

Your last two posts have been really wonderful. I found myself totally caught up in them. I’m not quite there yet, though the beard is turning gray and the body is starting to complain about getting up in the morning, but I so identify with what you’ve written. Both are really moving. Thank you.

Wow, this is good! And I like the twist on this: an old woman remembering her father, as opposed to an old man revelling in memories, or an old woman having flashbacks of a life in general. Fathers are very important, aren’t they? Well done, Don!